Reflections in a Petri Dish | Lambs in Vengeance Suckle at the Teats of Irony.

Dog Poet Transmitting……..

“The greatest fear dogs know is the fear that you will not come back when you go out the door without them.” My dog was pushed out of a car in Italy and abandoned. I took him in and have noticed this was assuredly his greatest fear.

The more things don’t change, the more they remain the same. It’s freakish indeed, the way the Israeli trained police Morlocks are carrying on these days. The brutality meter has red-lined. Events like the following are happening in multiples every single day. Meanwhile in Make believe La La Land, hope and change have reached the level of the sheer ridiculous and bizarre media manipulated religions, are bombing the planet with false narratives, brought to you by the authors of the Armenian, Russian and Ukrainian massacres; not to mention also being the authors of every Middle Eastern genocidal war in recent decades.The irony! The irony! Ah… the lambs of vengeance suckle at the teats of irony.

In concert with everything else that is going on, the wealthy are in desperate need of ever greater and greater handouts. Then, in the latest horrific monstrosity, crypto-Zios are killing without conscience and don’t give a damn what anyone thinks.

“Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright” uh… no… not hardly. How it all teeters on the edge. Observe the high tension spectacle of a runaway gyroscope, spinning, leaning and veering on the precipice of the lip of a smoking abyss. If I didn’t know better and there are times when I come to doubt that, the general picture is not pretty by any stretch. Down at the bottom, the mass of humanity writhes in torment, while far above them, the privileged and well to do, preen and prance in the funhouse mirrors of reflected hallucination. They are drawn in fragile carriages by the two horses of vanity and greed. They see but they don’t see. They know but they don’t know. They are but they are not. They are all having sex with Schrodinger’s Cat and each other, of course. It is a riotous bacchanal that looks like the moving wall behind Al Pacino in The Devil’s Advocate.

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